417 : The Taste Of Freedom
The taste of freedom had become only a bitter memory in her mouth,
For it had been many years since the Danes had taken Helga south,
In Nidaros, Norway, she had been a most respected warrior's wife,
Now she merely existed, being forced into the role of a servant's life.
Raped by her drunken master, and beaten repeatedly by his sadistic bride,
There was no one left to love her, no one to wipe away the tears when she cried,
Helga's days were filled with sweat and misery, nowhere to be seen any hope,
Would she end up beaten to death ? Or from a tree hung from the end of a rope ?
Then one day a Norwegian slave was brought to the fields of the master's farm,
Amundi was a large man, quite strong and healthy, unafraid to do his captors harm,
Despite the great distance, from the moment their eyes met, it was love at first sight,
When they could they stole a kiss, or went off to the woods for a moment of delight.
The feelings they felt for each other were as fragile and pure as the wings of a dove,
For their relationship had grown and blossomed, they both had fallen deeply in love,
If Amundi and Helga were to be together they knew that had to come up with a plan,
Both wanted most of all to live in their native Norway, as a free woman and a free man.
They decided to escape their shackled existence, but knew it had to be very soon,
Amundi told Helga secretly that it would best if they left on a night with no moon,
On a dark moonless night they met in the woods, from there it would be safe to flee,
In the mist of the forest, for the moment at least, they thought themselves to be free.
The desperate couple was chased by elk hounds through most of the long night,
Exhausted, they barely reached the Danish coast by the first rays of Sunna's light,
Amundi overpowered a Danish man, who was working on the sails of his small ship,
There, out on the open water, the Norwegians gave their Danish tormentors the slip.
Helga cried out hysterically when she caught the first sight of their sacred land,
Amundi beached the vessel, jumped out, and rolled around like a child in the sand,
A month later they settled down in married life, their taste of freedom fairly won,
A free man and a free woman, and in her belly an unborn child, their free son !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.